King Avallach
Deity of the Old World
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All I can do is pray that these notes are delivered to human hands before they become bound to the pockets of the monsters that so callously slaughtered all. The haven from where I write this note is not safe at all. The land has been desecrated. Laid barren, it swallows up many an unexpecting soul. I urge you to look to the heavens, if you should spy a conspicuously blue star, they will be coming. I do not know whether they are demons of the old world, extraterrestrial entities from worlds across the vast realms of galaxies far from here. I can however describe the loathsome creatures. They seem to walk sideways like a crab, their legs are massive green stalks, eight of them attatch to an ovular body surrounded with fiery red dots surrounding which I can only speculate are eyes. Wherever they go, a cold dark spreads in front of them, regardless of whether the sun is behind them, in front of them or shining on their sides.
I beg that you hear my story, that of sorrow and pain but also of heroism and relief as I recount the exploits of the great man Dante who drove them forever from here...
All I can do is pray that these notes are delivered to human hands before they become bound to the pockets of the monsters that so callously slaughtered all. The haven from where I write this note is not safe at all. The land has been desecrated. Laid barren, it swallows up many an unexpecting soul. I urge you to look to the heavens, if you should spy a conspicuously blue star, they will be coming. I do not know whether they are demons of the old world, extraterrestrial entities from worlds across the vast realms of galaxies far from here. I can however describe the loathsome creatures. They seem to walk sideways like a crab, their legs are massive green stalks, eight of them attatch to an ovular body surrounded with fiery red dots surrounding which I can only speculate are eyes. Wherever they go, a cold dark spreads in front of them, regardless of whether the sun is behind them, in front of them or shining on their sides.
I beg that you hear my story, that of sorrow and pain but also of heroism and relief as I recount the exploits of the great man Dante who drove them forever from here...